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dear friends, i will be posting primarily on a blog from this point on:
www.asunsetinrockville.blogspot.com
stories fashioned who we are
thus far, we are becoming
what we have heard will come
remaining unknown
to some
a story is given.
a really good story.
sometimes told by really good storytellers,
and sometimes by the not-so-good.
yet,
it is only folly to the perishing.
it is wisdom
and power to the powerless.
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Trust me enough to walk through these doors, bravely.
It's going to be uncertain ground,
but your eyes will adjust within this time.
From new points of view, you'll see...
It's alright, it's alright, trust me. This is out of love.
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one day i will be on the amazing race
with the one i love
and a story
for the world to hear.
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according to my clock, today is still my birthday. according to xanga, it was yesterday. what!?
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graduation is bitter-sweet. there is celebration, accomplishment, and growth. then there is the unfamiliar and unsettling loss of community. oh well, we're just sailing, right?
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